Force the region I show most,
To be attacked by the army.
They wear sombre expressions
Worldly designs,
Worst disease and significant crime.
Such well of madness, so good and great,
So so innocent are their existence.
We live in depravity and joy.
The worst is yet to emerge from the dearest soldiers,
The well-written ones who carefully stretch into the horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem